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LIGHTKIT

3 moons || ThunderClan Kit || She/her
Heightened Perception: Smell [ACTIVE ALWAYS]
1 post

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Like usual, Lightkit was slower to recognize all the commotion in the Clearing. She heard all the faint muffled voices, but not clear enough to make out anything important happening. She'd been napping when it happened, snoozing in a light sleep in the nursery when her nose began to twitch with a strange scent. A new scent that she'd never smelled before. The scent of Clanmates. And then... Father.

She blinked her little yellow eyes open, scanning the blurry dark nursery. Seemed that mama had left, as well as her siblings judging from the empty nests and lack of warmth by her side. Lightkit slowly stood up onto her feet. Blinking blearily she began to waddle out into the Clearing. The deputy had thrown some huge brown things onto the ground. She couldn't tell what they were from this far away. They just looked like blobs. Stinky blobs. The deputy then uttered one word. Feast. That was a new one. She'd never heard feast before. She'd ask mama 'bout it later. But cats were beginning to crowd and she didn't like crowds much.

Lightkit eventually found her mother's familiar coat, accompanied by the scent she'd grown accustomed to.

When she first saw her father she did a double take, padding closer. His scent was the same. And he looked... Similar. Being observant was sometimes a curse. And while her other siblings clamoured for affection, she found herself more worried about his injuries. No... Surely it must be her bad eyesight playing tricks on her. There was no way he only had one... But he did. There her papa was, bloodied and wrapped in cobwebs. With only one eye. She cringed at the sight. She couldn't help but cringe.

"Papa," she began, her loud and clear voice ringing through her muffled ears. Her eyes were wide as an owl's as she stared up at her father, wrapped up in cobwebs. That only happened when a cat was hurt. Papa was hurt... Those otters hurt him. Bad. And finally she was able to ask if, the question that no one else was willing to. "What happened to your eye?" Her question came out softer, not as loud as she usually spoke.

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#Brialfam - throwing my new baby out here to interact with y'all!!